When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don't kick him on the ground.

I loved him in a way that you can really only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to-it's dizzy and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

There hadn’t been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. It’s a slow process, but when you’re awake, there’s no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.

Moments, when lost, can't be found again. They're just gone.

Maybe that was how it was with all first loves. They own a little piece of your heart, always.

It's scary how easy promises were broken.